Signals. They were signals. All of them. How hadn’t he noticed before? Signals, everywhere. That was what it all was. It all seemed so familiar suddenly… it was /her/, he hadn’t seen her in a while… a long while. Ever since she died… and now she was reaching out to him… through cold, moving objects, through paranormal activity. He suddenly was scared no longer.
You shot those fireworks straight up into the sky. I laughed and danced in their warm glow. The colours rained down on my in the form of bursting sparks, and I flinched and giggled as the bangs pierced the night air. I was reminded of a flare as the stream of shooting light snaked its way up and up and up.
everything is a symbol if you think about it. a heart symbolizes love. a stop sing symbolizes the need of stopping. a book symbolizes knowledge. Symbols have become such a part of everyday life that we don’t even notice them sometimes. For example, in lit class, when reading a novel, symbols are extremely important to note because they contribute to the deeper meaning of the novel.
James blushed furiously. “You’re not getting any signals at all!”
“See, let’s take that phrase for example,” Mike continued. “I could take that as, ‘I’m not sending you any signals, Mike, stop being such a freak.’ But you know what, it could also mean, ‘I’m sending you all SORTS of fucking signals, Mike, quit being so dense and just kiss me already!” James grew redder and redder under Mike’s frank stare. “Do you see the dilemma I’m having here?”
hey there…
hey, you.
hello? – up here, can you see me?
dude, you kinda need to look at me now.
hello~ ….i’m just – hey! i have to tell you something!
he- no, jesus, shut up Red, i don’t have time for this.
YOU there! …why in the world would he not look up to me?
DUDE I’M GREEN! cross the bloody intersection already!
She used hand signals rather than words; body language was her finest talent. She looked almost longing as she signed her thoughts to me, it made me sad. I wanted to help her; although I knew there was absolutely no possible way that I could. I loved her; all the same.
This is on of my least favorite Rush albums. With “2112” as their pinnacle and magnum opus, “Signals,” with its newly introduced synthesizers and lack of hard-progressive rock we were all used to, just didn’t stack up against fan favorites like “A Farewell to Kings,” “Permanent Waves,” “Hemispheres,” and “Moving Pictures.” However, the lyrics are still top notch, thoughtful, and provocative.
The hand comes up and stops my walking feet
wishes, musings, that i could paint that uniform neon orange picture
you’d look and nod at the detailed LEDs
and know there’s something up that right now stops my walking feet.
people don’t get signals because they are either too dense or just too lazy for it.
what’s so good about signals anyway? i mean, you just have to be straight about it.
they show us everything, now i don’t know exactly which type of signals we’re talking about here, but the ones in the road, prevent accidents, but the ones in life, are crazy. they can impact a lot.
Signal the mountain-top torch pit. It is time. Wave yours hands, pucker up your lips, hope for all of it to return. The grace with which you bestowed in intermission is now upon you. Let it reign free here, or on your pieces to evoke tears. Just promise me something, pinky swear this low-named artist, this easily-forgotten writer’s name and welcome it into your heart, and accomplish something great.
Quiet signals that often went unnoticed. Nothing more than small gestures, an upturned hand, a slightly raised brow, the barest of nods. People rarely noticed, but those that did were the ones that mattered. They understood what was at stake here.
Is he looking at me? Oh, he smiled. His teeth are so white. He looked up again. Holy arm muscles, Batman. He keeps glancing over. Ooooo he nodded at me. I should walk over and introduce myself.
She hit my leg under the table. I paused in the middle of the sentence. They looked at me, trying to figure out what was not said. I spoke quickly through the rest of the story, skipping over the details.
Signals get mixed. Things turn sour. We never knew what could have been if we had noticed the signals in time. Nothing to fix, everything’s broken. We can only learn to stand up and move forward.
The cold night air twirled around the sailors, wrapping them in cold embraces and making their bodies shiver. The sky was a velveteen quilt of indigo, speckled with stars of silver and cobalt. Perched high above was the lookout. His eyes were peeled for any sign of land. He thanked whatever entities above for the blessing of a lighthouse signal.
“There it is!” he cried out, leaning over the edge of the lookout’s post to find the captain. “Land ahoy!”
The signals were quiet at first….but the more she listened,
there appeared before her a sure direction back
a whispering…
return home to the people that love you
as you are, as you are, as you are
It was hard to read his face when it was this expressionless; when he forced all of his emotions somewhere deep inside, tucking them away in a corner of his heart where they couldn’t even see the light, much less breathe. It hurt her more than the anger, more than the sorrow; because she knew they were still there, even if he refused to acknowledge them. They were there, and he wouldn’t let her in.
She was getting mixed signals from the author. He wanted people to understand his plight in the criminal justice system. But he also wanted to articulate the joy he got from being a thief. It was hard to evoke sympathy from the people who were formerly his victims. He managed it though, the jailbird. A Sidewalk with a Crack was winning Sadie over.
I really must be oblivious to the signals I give off. One day I’m lost in my own world and left to my devices, the next everyone tells me I’m glowing and I get called ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’. Must be the pants.
The signals were there, but she refused to see them. Clearly she was annoying the hell out of everyone.. I guess she just did not care if everyone in the office thought she was a pompous arrogant b***ch.
Were these the wrong signals I was sending? I mean come on how hard it is to land a plane on the field. Apparently too hard because it almost ran me over. On the bright side now I know how a plane looks underneath!
We are at a party and you are giving me signals across the room.
Now if I could only read those signals. I think you are saying that you are interested in me, that maybe at the end of the night, you’d like to leave with me.
signals can be a tricky thing – it’s all about perception and interpretation. does yellow mean slow down or go faster so as to not be stopped by red. does red mean stop? or does it give a signal for passion, anger even. signs are easy signals, faces are hard signals.
Signalss are very common in everyday life. We do not even understand that almost everything we see in life is signal and therefore determines our behaviour to everything. That’s why they are important in our lifes and we should give them more attention.
the signals in mexico city are important to all thye habitants because if you don’t tkae care about it you can get an accident and sometimes you can die so be carefull wi
Signals. They were signals. All of them. How hadn’t he noticed before? Signals, everywhere. That was what it all was. It all seemed so familiar suddenly… it was /her/, he hadn’t seen her in a while… a long while. Ever since she died… and now she was reaching out to him… through cold, moving objects, through paranormal activity. He suddenly was scared no longer.
What people look for, and some might take wrong decisions from it. others might stop or go instead.
You shot those fireworks straight up into the sky. I laughed and danced in their warm glow. The colours rained down on my in the form of bursting sparks, and I flinched and giggled as the bangs pierced the night air. I was reminded of a flare as the stream of shooting light snaked its way up and up and up.
everything is a symbol if you think about it. a heart symbolizes love. a stop sing symbolizes the need of stopping. a book symbolizes knowledge. Symbols have become such a part of everyday life that we don’t even notice them sometimes. For example, in lit class, when reading a novel, symbols are extremely important to note because they contribute to the deeper meaning of the novel.
“I’m getting mixed signals from you, dude.”
James blushed furiously. “You’re not getting any signals at all!”
“See, let’s take that phrase for example,” Mike continued. “I could take that as, ‘I’m not sending you any signals, Mike, stop being such a freak.’ But you know what, it could also mean, ‘I’m sending you all SORTS of fucking signals, Mike, quit being so dense and just kiss me already!” James grew redder and redder under Mike’s frank stare. “Do you see the dilemma I’m having here?”
whiskey water’s well wrung dry
worse i feel the less i try
see saw seesaw up and down
pulsing signals in my had
i must drown
darker then blinding light
brighter than black
never felt so dizzy
imagining lies that
i lack
a message that people or machines can send to another, to indicate what to do or how one is feeling. They can be clear, mixed or confusing.
Flashing flashing in my face
dont you dare turn my way
Cause i aint seen your signal sway
and now im in a crash today.
Signal signal
notify us all
signal signal
it will be our downfall
hey there…
hey, you.
hello? – up here, can you see me?
dude, you kinda need to look at me now.
hello~ ….i’m just – hey! i have to tell you something!
he- no, jesus, shut up Red, i don’t have time for this.
YOU there! …why in the world would he not look up to me?
DUDE I’M GREEN! cross the bloody intersection already!
She was so dissapointed that she didn’t understand anything from his signals.
BE aware!
Be careful!
pay attention!
don’t stop.
take care!
Get well dressed
Help!!
She used hand signals rather than words; body language was her finest talent. She looked almost longing as she signed her thoughts to me, it made me sad. I wanted to help her; although I knew there was absolutely no possible way that I could. I loved her; all the same.
This is on of my least favorite Rush albums. With “2112” as their pinnacle and magnum opus, “Signals,” with its newly introduced synthesizers and lack of hard-progressive rock we were all used to, just didn’t stack up against fan favorites like “A Farewell to Kings,” “Permanent Waves,” “Hemispheres,” and “Moving Pictures.” However, the lyrics are still top notch, thoughtful, and provocative.
The hand comes up and stops my walking feet
wishes, musings, that i could paint that uniform neon orange picture
you’d look and nod at the detailed LEDs
and know there’s something up that right now stops my walking feet.
people don’t get signals because they are either too dense or just too lazy for it.
what’s so good about signals anyway? i mean, you just have to be straight about it.
“There’s a signal in my mind – like a siren – it’s blaring”, she said. “I’m tired.”
they show us everything, now i don’t know exactly which type of signals we’re talking about here, but the ones in the road, prevent accidents, but the ones in life, are crazy. they can impact a lot.
Signal the mountain-top torch pit. It is time. Wave yours hands, pucker up your lips, hope for all of it to return. The grace with which you bestowed in intermission is now upon you. Let it reign free here, or on your pieces to evoke tears. Just promise me something, pinky swear this low-named artist, this easily-forgotten writer’s name and welcome it into your heart, and accomplish something great.
Quiet signals that often went unnoticed. Nothing more than small gestures, an upturned hand, a slightly raised brow, the barest of nods. People rarely noticed, but those that did were the ones that mattered. They understood what was at stake here.
Is he looking at me? Oh, he smiled. His teeth are so white. He looked up again. Holy arm muscles, Batman. He keeps glancing over. Ooooo he nodded at me. I should walk over and introduce myself.
She hit my leg under the table. I paused in the middle of the sentence. They looked at me, trying to figure out what was not said. I spoke quickly through the rest of the story, skipping over the details.
Signals get mixed. Things turn sour. We never knew what could have been if we had noticed the signals in time. Nothing to fix, everything’s broken. We can only learn to stand up and move forward.
The cold night air twirled around the sailors, wrapping them in cold embraces and making their bodies shiver. The sky was a velveteen quilt of indigo, speckled with stars of silver and cobalt. Perched high above was the lookout. His eyes were peeled for any sign of land. He thanked whatever entities above for the blessing of a lighthouse signal.
“There it is!” he cried out, leaning over the edge of the lookout’s post to find the captain. “Land ahoy!”
The signals were quiet at first….but the more she listened,
there appeared before her a sure direction back
a whispering…
return home to the people that love you
as you are, as you are, as you are
Mixed signals.
It was hard to read his face when it was this expressionless; when he forced all of his emotions somewhere deep inside, tucking them away in a corner of his heart where they couldn’t even see the light, much less breathe. It hurt her more than the anger, more than the sorrow; because she knew they were still there, even if he refused to acknowledge them. They were there, and he wouldn’t let her in.
She was getting mixed signals from the author. He wanted people to understand his plight in the criminal justice system. But he also wanted to articulate the joy he got from being a thief. It was hard to evoke sympathy from the people who were formerly his victims. He managed it though, the jailbird. A Sidewalk with a Crack was winning Sadie over.
Mr. and Mrs. Dry Goods Salesmen were so successful that they had to put a traffic light in the underpants section of their flagship store.
I really must be oblivious to the signals I give off. One day I’m lost in my own world and left to my devices, the next everyone tells me I’m glowing and I get called ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’. Must be the pants.
The signals were there, but she refused to see them. Clearly she was annoying the hell out of everyone.. I guess she just did not care if everyone in the office thought she was a pompous arrogant b***ch.
Signals are important to our everyday life.
Red for stop, green for go.
How are we supposed to function without them?
Are we supposed to just trust our instincts and hope that everything works out for the best?
Maybe a world with no signals wouldn’t be so different.
Were these the wrong signals I was sending? I mean come on how hard it is to land a plane on the field. Apparently too hard because it almost ran me over. On the bright side now I know how a plane looks underneath!
The flashing lights are blazing in my head. On and off. On and off. Flashing. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. DON’T DO IT. I tried to find strength.
red light
green
yellow
stop
go
advance
grow
follow
lead
creativity
ingeniunty
design
guidance
flow
advice
helper
We are at a party and you are giving me signals across the room.
Now if I could only read those signals. I think you are saying that you are interested in me, that maybe at the end of the night, you’d like to leave with me.
signals can be a tricky thing – it’s all about perception and interpretation. does yellow mean slow down or go faster so as to not be stopped by red. does red mean stop? or does it give a signal for passion, anger even. signs are easy signals, faces are hard signals.
the signls of the televiision are noty good but in my case yes an a signal appar in my house an god give a signal i have to kill
Signalss are very common in everyday life. We do not even understand that almost everything we see in life is signal and therefore determines our behaviour to everything. That’s why they are important in our lifes and we should give them more attention.
symbols about mathematics, adverticements,
the signals in mexico city are important to all thye habitants because if you don’t tkae care about it you can get an accident and sometimes you can die so be carefull wi